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Now I will take you to another kind of church. A church wot ain't to call orthodox, and wot many speaks against, and I don't say as it ha'n't its abuses. But for all that, when Molly Moseley wants to be lifted clean off her feet into heaven, she goes there; so you shall come to-night with me, Cecile."
Accordingly, Rous, it appears, had asked Milton for a complete copy of his writings for the Bodleian, and had even been pressing in the request. Milton at length had despatched the required donation in the form of a parcel containing two volumes the Prose Pamphlets bound together in one volume, and the Poems by themselves in the tinier volume as published by Moseley.
When the half-dozen preachers had assembled, Mr. Moseley rose with dignity. "My dear brethren," he began impressively, "the occasion is one which permits of no trifling. The dancing evil is one which has menaced our community for generations a viper to be seized and throttled with a firm hand. The waltz, the the Highland fling, the the " "German?" suggested some one faintly.
A soft-furred gray cat purred before the little range. The bedroom beyond was as clean and neat as the kitchen, and the tiny room where Cecile, Maurice and Toby were to sleep, though nearly empty at present, would, Mrs. Moseley assured them, make a sleeping chamber by no means to be despised by and by. When they got into the house, Maurice ran all over it in fearless ecstasies.
Here, it will be seen, Milton sends to Rous the same pamphlets he had sent to Patrick Young, and in the same order, only adding the Letter on Education to Hartlib, and the Moseley volume of Poems. Now, all the pieces so enumerated, with the inscription, had duly reached Rous in the Bodleian, with one exception.
Moseley Sheppard, of Henrico County in Virginia, was one day sitting in his counting-room, two negroes knocked at the door, and were let in. They shut the door themselves, and began to unfold an insurrectionary plot, which was subsequently repeated by one of them, named Ben Woodfolk or Woolfolk, in presence of the court, on the 15th of the same month.
"Yes, and with little teeth like pearls, and eyes as blue as the sky." "Why, Cecile, did you know her?" said Mrs. Moseley. "Yes, yes, that's jest her. I never did see bluer eyes." "And was her name Lovedy Lovedy Joy?" asked Cecile. "I don't know, child; she wouldn't tell her real name; she was only jest Susie to us." "Oh, ma'am! Dear Mrs. Moseley, ma'am, where's Susie now?"
The next day Mrs. Moseley went round to see her clergyman, Mr. Danvers, to consult him about Cecile and Maurice. They puzzled her, these queer little French children. Maurice was, it is true, nothing but a rather willful, and yet winsome, baby boy; but Cecile had character. Cecile was the gentlest of the gentle, but she was firm as the finest steel. Mrs.
"And nothink could be cheaper than dirt," said Maurice, cheering up. "I'm so glad as this beautiful, delicious dinner is as cheap as dirt." "Now we'll say grace," said Mrs. Moseley. She folded her hands and looked up. "Lord Jesus, bless this food to me and to Thy little ones, and use us all to Thy glory."
"It drove me nearly wild to remember that my mother was really in the very same London, and I could not find her, and when I had got as far as a great bridge -I knew it was a bridge, for I saw the water running under it -I could bear my feelings no longer, and I just cried out like any little baby for my Mammie. "It was then, Cecile, that Mrs. Moseley found me. Oh! how good she was to me!
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